because the best part of you, the part kept to self will never forget how it felt.
I know my policy of not looking back. But lately it has been so hard not to. I look him in the face and the alcohol has ruined him. Its gotten to the point where I don't know how much more I can take. Its got him like I want him. And on countless occasions he has chosen it over me. I'm not talking a few drinks to make your head spin a little. I'm talking, not remembering anything the next day accompanied by throwing up endless amounts of blood. It is a health issue now. Physical and mental. I miss art. I miss who he used to be and he reassures me he's the same person, but he's not. I don't know him anymore. I really don't. I feel like I have to compete with the bar. it hurts me more than anything, to see the love of my life just tare himself up. And for what? Tell me what the point is? Make me understand. Because this.. This is why I'm leaving soon and never looking back. I hope all the alcohol in the world is worth it.